just some random poetry snippets i think of at 2am

❝and does it make me weak? sometimes i feel like i can't breathe is that all you see in me?❞ in which two girls fall out of love and one of them can't help but think that it's only her fault. or, in which a shattered soul tries to pick up and re-arrange the broken glass that her past left behind. "cupid was a traitor, wasn't he?"

a series of short stories about two teenagers, that just want to enjoy their time. unfinished and collecting dust

my second collection poetry | prose

un recueil de poèmes; nous sommes humain et nous sommes mortel mais encore on peut écrire notre histoire avec le cœur et peignons le monde avec le poésie

ich habe mich immer nach schönheit gesehnt, also warum tut es jetzt weh?